But then offer me a nice cup of tea with a biscuit and the whole facade comes tumbling down as you will observe a flurry of biscuit dunking, but no slurping I hasten to add.
However certain posh standards are an absolute must and are to be upheld at all times. So when it came to a holiday in Malta this week, there was no way one would be staying in any below par accommodation. It's only right, considering the awful dodgy Travel lodges I have to endure for business trips.
So Malta meant luxury and this meant nothing but 5 star treatment. fit for the Princess that I am!
I had never been to Malta before, a small sun kissed yet windy archipelago in the Mediterranean. This time of year you will find few tourists, few larger louts or fat pink over sized lobsters on the beaches. You will instead find a warmth and a generosity from the Maltese people welcoming any new traveller to their shores with an abundance of Maltese fine wining and dining.
One evening myself and Mother Rubi Red found ourselves dining in the Hotel Lobby restaurant serenaded to the beautiful sound of the Grand Piano player as we ate.
It was here that it happened. I know not how. But happen it did of that I am certain
The memorising andante cadence of the music had lifted and drifted me away. Far, far away.
If you had called my name. I would not have answered. If you had told me I had won a million pounds. I would not have reacted. If you had shouted Fire! I would not have moved.
Was it for a few seconds or was it for a few microseconds? I know not. My mind and body were elsewhere. Away in an enveloping oasis of calm. Escaped and Free. Pure ecstasy, pure escapism that only music can dare to orchestrate such a mind masterpiece.
"Your Piano player is very good, Please can buy him a drink" I later ask the Waiter.
Two minutes later a bespectacled Gentleman in his late 50s approaches our table, holding a glass of Rioja he salutes us. Ah Monsieur Piano Player.
" You play so beautifully" I tell him
He beams a smile and nods in great appreciation, sipping his glass of Rioja.
" Do you play Beethoven" I enquire
" Ah, Yesaa.. Yessa " he replies
" The Moonlight Sonata?"
No sooner had I finished, he was gone. Minutes later The Moonlight Sonata would begin. Spellbinding. Hypnotic. And oh so very Beautiful.
London Calling. Here are the votes from the English Jury. Malta Twelve Points!
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